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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sun City Girls to the techno 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
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.