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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Pole,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.