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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.