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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.