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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.