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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.