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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer 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 Tommy Roe to the dance 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.