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 Tonga 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
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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.