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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.