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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Invisible to the disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.