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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.