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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.