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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pylon to the dance 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Gong,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.