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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.