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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Shoche to the punk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
You don't know what you really want.
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.