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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.