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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.