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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the techno 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.