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 Taipei.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Ice-T 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Television,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.