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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
MC5,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.