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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.