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 Barbados 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.