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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Colin Newman 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.