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 France and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
DNA,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.