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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.