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 Finland and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pussy Galore to the funk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.