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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slits to the dance 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
UT,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
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.