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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.