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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
JFA,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.