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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Scion,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.