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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 In Retrospect to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.