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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
UT,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.