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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scientists 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Liliput,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.