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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 marimba 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.