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 Nepal 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Organ,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.