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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Half Japanese 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Swans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.