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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 The Cramps to the grime 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.