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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.