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 Azerbaijan 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.