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 Colombia 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.