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 Zambia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.