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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Dead C to the dance 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.