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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.