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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.