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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.