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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.