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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.