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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 güiro 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.