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 Burundi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the grime 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Unwound,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.