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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.