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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
JFA,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.