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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.