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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.