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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.