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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.