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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the punk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.