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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the punk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Franke,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.