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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.