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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masters at Work to the rock 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.