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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Unwound,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.