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 Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.