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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 R.M.O. to the grime 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grauzone,
UT,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.