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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 The United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Q65,
Cameo,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.