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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Excepter to the grunge 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Technova,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.