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 Thailand 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.