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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.