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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.