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 Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.