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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.