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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-101 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.