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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.