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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.