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 United States and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Agent Orange 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.