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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.