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 Guyana and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.