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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Ten City,
Franke,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.