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 Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
UT,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.