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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 808 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.