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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
The Names,
MC5,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.