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 Belize and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.