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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.