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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC 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?
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.