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 Australia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.