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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.