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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.