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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Archie Shepp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.