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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.