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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective 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?
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
JFA,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Boz Scaggs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.