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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the grime 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.