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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Average White Band to the dance 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Pole,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.