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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 X-102 to the grunge 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
X-102,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.