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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
The Index,
Chrome,
Nico,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.