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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.