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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside 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?
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
cv313,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.