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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.