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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.