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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Whodini,
Faust,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
MDC,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.