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 Iceland and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the disco 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Swans,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.