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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the techno 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
MC5,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.