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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Visage,
Can,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Erasure,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.