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 Australia and from Madrid.
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 Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.