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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.