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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Pussy Galore to the disco 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.