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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Organ,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.