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 Syria 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.