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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.