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 Korea North and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the punk 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.