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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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?
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.