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 Brunei 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.