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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dave Gahan to the grime 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.