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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Residents to the jazz 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.