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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
EPMD,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.