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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
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 Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.