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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.