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 Brazil and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.