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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.