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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mars to the rap 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
10cc,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.