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 Pakistan 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.