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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.