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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Brick,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.