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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.