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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.