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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.