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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 AZ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Mars,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.