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 Chile and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.