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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.