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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.