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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.