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 Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.