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 Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.