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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Darondo to the punk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Nico,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Yaz,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.