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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.