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 Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Cymande,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.