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 Argentina 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.