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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.