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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.