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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.