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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Swans,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.