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 Switzerland 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.