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 United States 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Franke,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.