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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the disco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.