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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.