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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.