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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
PIL,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.