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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 The Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Darondo,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.