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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.