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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.