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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.