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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.