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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.