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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Can,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.