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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.