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 Sierra Leone 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Royal Trux to the dance 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.