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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.