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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan to the rock 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.