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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Sparks,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.