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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.