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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.