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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 guitar 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest 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?
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
UT,
The Slits,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.