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 Ukraine and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
Nico,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
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.