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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.