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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Ken Boothe to the funk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Crime,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.