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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
X-101,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
the Association,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.