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 Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.