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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.