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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
Erasure,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.