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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Rekid,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
JFA,
Wire,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.