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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.