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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.