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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
The Residents,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.