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 Mauritania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minutemen to the rap 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.