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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Nico,
Yaz,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.