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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Faust to the rock 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.