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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Index to the dance 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
The Index,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.