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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Bill Near,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.