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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
EPMD,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Yaz,
Technova,
Section 25,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.