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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 Lille and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms,
Television,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.