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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.