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 France and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.