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 Yemen 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.