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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.