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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
The Victims,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.