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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 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 Scion to the crunk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.