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 Kenya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
The Monks,
Nico,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.