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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Sex Pistols to the funk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.