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 Peru 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.