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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.