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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Rotary Connection,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.