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 Venezuela 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.