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 France and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.