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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Blancmange to the funk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.