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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.