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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.