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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the grime 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.