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 Colombia and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Suicide,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.