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 Hungary 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.