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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.