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 Ukraine 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.