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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.