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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
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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.