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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Nas,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.