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 Costa Rica 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
the Association,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.