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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Moby Grape to the rap 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Japan,
Scion,
Roxette,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.