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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer 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?
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Index,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
cv313,
Little Man,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.