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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.