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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole to the punk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.