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 Nauru and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Slave,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
the Association,
Television,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.