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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.