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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Whodini,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.