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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the grime 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Smog,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.