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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
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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.
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.