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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Grauzone to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 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?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.