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 Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
CMW,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
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.