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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.