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 Lithuania 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.