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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.