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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Music Machine to the disco 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.