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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.