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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.