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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the electroclash 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.