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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Invisible to the electroclash 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.