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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.