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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.