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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 Green. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.