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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.