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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.