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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Pole,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.