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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 The Leaves 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare 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 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?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.