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 Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.