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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.