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 Angola and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Japan,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.