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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
10cc,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Index,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.