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 El Salvador 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.