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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Bad Manners to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
ABC,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.