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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.