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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.