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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.