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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
The Names,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.