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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 JFA to the funk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.