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 San Marino and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.