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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 The Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.