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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.