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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.