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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Sparks to the dance 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.