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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the jazz 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Yazoo,
X-101,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.