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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Excepter to the funk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.