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 Lithuania 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.