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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.