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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.