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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Jandek,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.