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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.