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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Television,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.