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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.