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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Monolake,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Can,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.