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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
cv313,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
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.