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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.