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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Swans,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
AZ,
New Order,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.