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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.