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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.