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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.