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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Searchers to the rap 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.