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 Germany and from London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
MDC,
cv313,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.