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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cybotron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.