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 Azerbaijan 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Moebius to the electroclash 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.