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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
the Association,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.