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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Adolescents to the techno 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
The Gories,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Fear,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.