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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Eurythmics to the grunge 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Slave,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Josef K,
New Order,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.