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 Mexico and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Ultra Naté to the funk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Japan,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
New Order,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.