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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.