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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
X-101,
Second Layer,
CMW,
June Days,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.