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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Q65,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.