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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Q65,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.