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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Half Japanese to the dance 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.