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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Morten Harket to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Nico,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.