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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.