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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Howard Jones to the jazz 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
The Evens,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.