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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Move,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.