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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.