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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Organ,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.