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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.