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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mars to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.