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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 ABBA to the punk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Liliput,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.