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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.