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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the dance 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.