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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 808 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dark Day,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Erasure,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.