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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.