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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 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 Michelle Simonal 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
X-101,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.