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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.