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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.