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 Syria and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.