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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Colin Newman to the funk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.