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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.