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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Crime,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
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.