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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.