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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Electric Prunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.