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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Wire to the funk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Gong,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.