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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Sight & Sound to the disco 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.