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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.