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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.