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 France and from Bologna.
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 Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
AZ,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Television,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.