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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Qualms,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.