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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Wings,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.