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 Zimbabwe 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.