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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.