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 Azerbaijan 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 New Age Steppers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.