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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.