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 Ivory Coast 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultimate Spinach 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Smog,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.