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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 The Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.