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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.