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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.