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 Ghana 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 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 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 Pantytec to the rock 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.