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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.