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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Can,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.