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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.