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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 James White and The Blacks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Saints 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 grime 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Q65,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.