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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Wally Richardson to the disco 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Japan,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.