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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.