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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Television,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Crime,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.