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 Barbados and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Sun City Girls 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 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?
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.