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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.