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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.