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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the crunk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.