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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the techno 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.