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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Erykah Badu to the punk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Yaz,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.