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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.