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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Newcleus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.