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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Brick,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.