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 Monaco 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.