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 Hungary and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
UT,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.