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 Armenia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.