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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Franke,
JFA,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.