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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Liliput,
Organ,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.