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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the dance 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Ten City,
the Association,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.