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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.