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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Japan,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.