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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.