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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.