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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Crime,
Wire,
The Move,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
UT,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.