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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.