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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
The Standells,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.