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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the jazz 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.