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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Inner City,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.