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 Slovakia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.