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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.