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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.