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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gregory Isaacs 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.