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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Scientists,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.