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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Josef K to the grunge 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.