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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Pagans to the electroclash 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.