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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.