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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
the Swans,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.