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 Slovenia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
The Residents,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.