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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Count Five to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.