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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Television,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.