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 Cuba 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.