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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
DNA,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Franke,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
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.