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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.