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 Moldova 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.