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 Moldova and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
cv313,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.