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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.