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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.