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 Moldova 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Scan 7,
ABBA,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.