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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.