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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.