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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Soft Cell to the grime 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.