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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Crime,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Television,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.