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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 The Sound to the crunk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.