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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Von Mondo to the grunge 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.