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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.