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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Symarip,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.