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 Chile 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.