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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.