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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.