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 Croatia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.