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 New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Fear,
Index,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.