Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.