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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
The Gories,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.