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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxy Music to the jazz 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Television,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.