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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The American Breed to the dance 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
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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.