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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.