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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.