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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.