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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.