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 Uganda 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.