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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.