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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the funk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.