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 Canada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Nas,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.