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 France and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.