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 Serbia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.