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 Afghanistan 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
X-102,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.