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 Liechtenstein 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.