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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Masters at Work to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.