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 Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.