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 Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.