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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Associates,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.