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 Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Index,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.