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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.