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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.