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 Angola and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Todd Rundgren 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.