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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.