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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Arcadia to the rap 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.