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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Faust,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.