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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Brass Construction to the grunge 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya 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?
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.