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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Swans,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.