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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.