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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Slave,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.