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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.