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 Belgium 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.