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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.