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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Steve Hackett to the grime 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Index,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.