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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.