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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
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Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.