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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the disco 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.