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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Oblivians to the punk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Index,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.