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 Ireland and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Index,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.