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 Qatar 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 CMW 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.