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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.