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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.