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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Slave,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.