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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Essential Logic to the dance 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.