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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Trumans Water to the dance 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.