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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.