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 Russia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angry Samoans to the rock 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
10cc,
Franke,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.