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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.