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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Audionom to the techno 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.