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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.