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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
The Move,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.