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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.