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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.