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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the grunge 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Rekid,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.