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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
The Move,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.