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 Fiji 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Index,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.