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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.