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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.