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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Harry Pussy 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.