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 Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Erasure,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.