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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.