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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Moebius 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.