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 London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fatback Band 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
MC5,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.