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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.