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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Robert Wyatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.