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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.