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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 Calgary and Woodstock.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.