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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.