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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.