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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.