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 Mali and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Wire,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.