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 Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.