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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 The Grass Roots to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.