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 Libya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.