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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Nico,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.