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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.