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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 CMW to the dance 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.