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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.