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 Mauritius 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slits 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.