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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.