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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Crime,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.