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 Peru 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.