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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.