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 Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Seeds to the grunge 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.