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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Arcadia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.