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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
10cc,
The Index,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.