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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.