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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.