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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.