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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.