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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.