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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Buckinghams to the grime 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Interpol,
Japan,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.