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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.