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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.