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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.