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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the funk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.