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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Soul II Soul to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.