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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog to the rock 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.