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 Finland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.