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 Chile 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Swell Maps to the techno 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.