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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Infiniti to the disco 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.