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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
The Move,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.