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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 marimba 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.