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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the punk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.