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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.