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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.