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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Crime,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.