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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.