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 Japan 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.