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 Gabon 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Eurythmics to the crunk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.