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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
UT,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.