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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.