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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.