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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mars to the grunge 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.