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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.