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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Skaos,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.