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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Pylon,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.