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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.