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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Manchester and Tehran.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.