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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Mojo Men to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.