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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the rap 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.