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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Little Man to the dance 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.