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 Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.