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 Armenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Cal Tjader to the rock 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.