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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Count Five to the funk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.