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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.