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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.