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 Switzerland and from New York.
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 Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.