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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.