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 Malawi 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.