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 Japan 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.