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 Netherlands and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.