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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.