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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.