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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Quando Quango to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Deakin,
DNA,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.