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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.